Nash and Obscurus Lupa were sitting in one of the hotel’s old conference rooms, watching an old B-movie. Or trying to, anyway. People kept running up and down outside and screaming. At one point, Angry Joe had jumped sideways through the door, dual-wielding handguns and shouting “aaaah!” It was not conductive to a movie-watching environment.

They ducked as something heavy fell right above their heads. Bits of plaster fell from the ceiling. They looked at each other, before Lupa turned away. Nash rubbed his brow before looking back at her, where she was loading a Nerf gun expertly.

He groaned. “Is everybody in this place twelve?”

“You get used to it when you’ve lived here a while. Wanna play?” she said, smirking.